Elliott was crying before we even got out of the car.  But that was nothing. 
We sat down to get the shots (the kids, not me).  There was another firefighter/EMT there that was administering shots who, from across the room, said, "Hey! I remember you!" (from the last time).  Yes - it was because my kids screamed and fought so loud last time.  
Aidan was super brave for his shot. Elliott cried, but then put on a brave face as best he could.  Then came Norah. Oh dear.  That girl is powerful.  She fought so awfully that I had to hold her on my lap and hold her in a hug while 2 other nurses helped me hold her down/still and a fireman administered the shot. She still was thrashing (and screaming. OH! the screaming) through all that. She's fights a good fight, that's for sure.
One thing I know for sure....Norah's got some will.  And she can handle herself. 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
2 comments:
wow! that does not sound like fun! but you will never have to worry about norah holding her own in life right? :-)
i might have mentioned this before, but i do like that norah. she's got game, and she came to play.
the three of your kids are such an incredibly sweet and fabulous combination. i just love them.
:)
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